Chapter 84: The Puppet (1)

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After Wusu approached lightly, he went up step by step along the wooden ladder, and the ladder under his feet disappeared layer by layer with the footsteps of the march, as if there was no return, and he could only advance but not retreat......

Wusu stood at the top of the second staircase of the seven-story pagoda and glanced down, and the wooden ladder disappeared silently, as if it had never existed, as if it had been an empty and lonely ground. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Wusu turned his head and silently looked around, it was also very quiet, the many oil lamps hanging on the wall emitted the same hazy and soft light, and the various strange patterns of dragons and phoenixes on the wall faintly entered the line of sight, the form was distorted and mutated, and after looking at it for a long time, it seemed that the divine consciousness would be lost in the unknowable world......

Wusu lowered his eyes, and his fingertips subconsciously touched the black snake logo on his wrist.

I don't know when the mimicry of the black snake can reassure me more than the mimicry of the jade butterfly, what does this mean, Wusu is a little reluctant to think about it...... Maybe many things are predestined and unavoidable......

She raised her eyes slightly, and her gaze fell a little emptyly not far away, and a rare Dao figure loomed in the center of the space.

Wusu took a closer look, as if it was just a mist in the shape of a figure, and it didn't feel good, unlike the first layer, which always had a familiar feeling - that thing exuded a completely unfamiliar, naked hostility.

The air flowing around him seemed to be tingling with a chill, invading the surface of the skin one by one, reaching the deadly heart and lungs...... Sure enough, there is no return, either life or death......

The corners of Wusu's mouth were hooked, and there was a hint of obvious mockery in the faint chuckle.

If the first layer is just his own unfounded suspicions, then this one in front of him is obviously well-founded - if he doesn't want to trap himself here, if he just wants to influence himself, why do you need to send such a killing array...... Even if they can't see through themselves, they will definitely not be unaware of their meager spiritual power.

So...... Wusu smiled coldly, I want to let myself die, I want to see who dies in the end......

Wusu stood still, staring at the figure.

The atomized figure began to change its appearance, gradually revealing specific descriptions, slowly approaching Wusu little by little.

The face of this thing is not ugly, on the contrary, if you see it under normal circumstances, its expression is a little more natural, and mortals who don't know the truth will definitely praise a good beautiful son, but in this situation......

Wusu's vigilant look was a little strange, looking at it like a handsome skin draped on its body, coupled with its unchanging strange eyes - except full of malice, nothing else, a certain thought in his heart was particularly prominent, whether this thing was alive or a corpse that had been transformed after death, or a malicious dead thing created by man...... The color of the Sue pupils deepened slightly.

It raised its sword a little stiffly, aimed it straight at Wusu's face, and its throat was hoarse: "Who are you?" Why did you trespass on my Nine Thoughts Pagoda? ā€

Nine Thoughts Pagoda? The name of the seven-story pagoda is Jiunian Pagoda? It's a tower protector...... After these questions flashed through Wusu's mind, he opened his mouth and subconsciously said, "I didn't enter the ...... voluntarily."

Before he finished speaking, it rushed straight with a sword, and said coldly: "Those who trespass on the spirit tower, die!" ā€

Wusu averted lightly, a little inexplicably smiling, Nima is really a dead thing, he can actually imagine it as a living person with subjective consciousness......

However, listening to the meaning and tone of its voice, it really looks a bit like the existence of some tower protector.

After missing the blow, it retracted its sword and silently disappeared in place.

Wusu stayed in place, secretly condensing a small amount of aura, sensing the abnormal movement in the air.

It's a pity that it's not a living thing, and Wusu's strength is limited at this time, so for a while, Wusu can't catch up with the movement in the air, and he can't even know whether it exists.

She frowned, her palms tucked.

Suddenly, the air behind him was like a blade, rapidly attacking Wusu, Wusu narrowly avoided it in the last breath of the approach, Rao was so, the outer shirt on his body was cut into multiple gaps, and when he turned around again, there was no figure of that thing there......

Wusu's face turned cold, when was he going to be tossed by such a disgusting thing in the mortal world, and the anger in his heart ignited silently.

She condensed a little sharp aura at her fingertips, and quickly cut her wrist, the blue blood on her wrist gushed out, slowly flowing out, and when it froze, it was a very fast stroke, and after repeating it several times, soon a faint smell of blood wafted in the air, not a fishy smell that flushed the nose, but a kind of blood fragrance that would tempt things with spiritual sense.

It silently appeared in front of Wusu, and a puzzle seemed to flash in the godless gaze.

Wusu's head was a little dizzy, and the feeling of looking around was gradually becoming a little confused.

She wasn't sure if the change in her eyes when she had just seen the thing was an illusion that she was bleeding too much.

Its next move made her raise her guard again.

It stretched out its spare hand and injected a spiritual energy into the blade of the sword, and the long sword soared into the air, instantly turning into countless sword shadows, and struck at Wusu's figure overwhelmingly.

Wusu was unconscious, unable to avoid it.

The next moment, the perimeter of her body was tightly surrounded and impermeable.

Wusu barely supported his eyelids, and the corner of his eye glanced at the sword array surrounding him, and there were quite a few waves in the depths of his gaze.

After the formation of the trapped sword array, it did not attack immediately, and quietly suspended nearby, as if waiting for something.

The master of the sword array approached quietly, and his throat was hoarse: "Who are you?" ā€

Wusu smiled weakly and asked rhetorically, "Who are you?" ā€

After saying these words, she lowered her head weakly and closed her eyes slightly, her body swayed, and she seemed to be extremely weak.

The blood has almost flowed, and the prohibition in the body has really been loosened, and the gambling is at this moment-

Wusu hooked the corners of his mouth, and drove all the spiritual power in his body to sprint to the invisible prohibition with all his might-

"Answer my question......" It spoke in a strange tone, as if it was suspicious of something, so it didn't use a tone of outright threatening malice.

Wusu raised his head slightly, poof--spit out a large mouthful of blue faint blood at its face, and before it could react, his fingers condensed black qi on the black snake logo on his wrist.

The black snake moved, transformed and came out, and after circling Wusu, he said sadly: "Master, why did you become so embarrassed? ā€

No black lines.

The thing raised its hand and popped out a touch of aura, wiping the blood from its face, and its eyes stared coldly at Wusu and the extra black snake: "You should die!" ā€